Art By Numbers Panacea
Starting over with no hope for turning back
Still it's calling me, it's calling me
Saturated with a vigorous routine
I hear it calling me, still calling me again
Under this stress it's a mess I cannot avoid entirely
Trapped in distraction again I fall the victim to
fighting thoughts with focus this paradox will be the
end of me
Wired head to toe the rest must go
Wired head to toe the rest must go
No need for an alibi
I can't recall what's next
Unless I learn from a past demise
This scattered recollection fails
My mind is pacing back and forth through walls of a
restless daze and consciousness is fading
What breaks inside is not the world to me
But will I ever make my way back safe inside this
remedy
What breaks inside is not the world to me
But will I ever make my way back safe inside this
remedy
Will I ever make my way back safe safe inside this
remedy
If I had an ounce of strength left I could assure
myself that I'm alright
The fall of a battling man is unstoppable
The fall of a battling man is unstoppable
Watch your step
What breaks inside is not the world to me
But will I ever make my way back safe inside this
remedy
What breaks inside is not the world to me
But will I ever make my way back safe inside this
remedy
